I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 97 97. The Dawn Knights are silent, only charging forward relentlessly.

Markov and the others didn't hear or pay attention to Leo's disbelief.

The Dawn Knights were silent, only charging forward relentlessly.

Charging was not difficult for them; it was like racing on horseback. Whatever was in front didn't matter; it would all be crushed.

In two minutes of battle, the Bilka Principality's army had suffered tens of thousands of casualties.

The front lines had long since collapsed, filled with wails, pleas for mercy, and desperate screams of "Demons!"

Of course, even the Dawn Knights couldn't be truly unharmed.

Even if the Bilka army was weak, their numbers were still significant, and there were still many knights and mages attacking.

But what was outrageous was that whenever someone was injured, a strange potion would immediately restore them to full vigor.

Even if an arm was chopped off, it would grow back in the blink of an eye.

So…

Strictly speaking, the Dawn Knights were still unharmed.

And those knights and mages who tried to ambush them were in a much worse state.

As soon as they made a move, the Winged Ones in the sky would quickly release an arrow.

So far, no one could withstand an arrow from the Winged Ones.

Therefore, for Leo, the casualties among the ordinary soldiers were minor; the knights and mages were his precious treasures.

In the meantime, hundreds had already been killed by the Winged Ones, who seemed to be targeting them specifically.

Leo was beyond furious, but he retreated further and further back. The black-robed mage stood by his side, no longer as optimistic as before, cautiously guarding Leo.

But even so, the army still couldn't stop the Dawn Knights' charge.

In four minutes, Markov led the Dawn Knights through the encirclement of hundreds of thousands of charging troops.

Each of their armor was still as clean as new, but the bloodstains on their skin were almost solidified into black.

The warhorses were menacing, and in the blink of an eye, they had reached the army guarding Leo in the rear.

"Stop them! Stop them for me!"

Leo had lost all royal composure, shouting hoarsely.

But even with more mages and knights stepping forward, along with the Royal Capital Guards protecting him,

They still couldn't stop the Dawn Knights for even a moment.

In just a few dozen seconds, the army guarding Leo was also broken through.

The mighty iron-clad warhorses and Dawn Knights were close at hand. The earth sank under their hooves, and the clanging of hooves was like a death knell in Leo's ears.

Before he could react, Markov was already in front of him, indifferently beheading the strongest knight guarding Leo with a single sword.

The scalding hot blood drenched Leo, chilling him to the bone.

The mage reacted and immediately raised his staff, hoarsely saying:

"Blackheart of…"

Before the name of the spell could be uttered, Leo felt a weight on his shoulder, and his eyes trembled as he glanced sideways.

It was a withered arm, holding a black ironwood spiral staff.

Only then did a scream come from the belated mage.

Leo fell from his warhorse, sitting on the ground, watching Markov blocking all the sunlight in fear.

"You… you can't kill me! I am…"

Markov had no intention of listening to Leo. He always remembered Ian's teachings.

This battle was called "playing the long game to beat a dog to death."

Since it was beating a dog, it couldn't be killed in one blow. This mad dog had to be given a chance to escape, running all the way and attracting more mad dogs.

Moreover, in Ian's plan, Leo and the other royals had to be kept until the final battle for the royal capital.

Otherwise, the carefully prepared banner of "beat the nobles, divide the land" would lose its best sacrifice.

The guillotine that Ian had spent a fortune to build, named "Louis XVI," would also have no suitable candidate for its inauguration.

Leo had to live, live to be chased by the Dawn Knights and flee to the royal capital.

Therefore, Markov felt that his young master Ian was still too merciful, actually agreeing to let this guy live a few more days.

After a moment of thought, Markov ignored the terrified Leo, raised his hand, and said loudly:

"Dawn Knights, turn around and charge!"

In the next moment, the Dawn Knights, who had already killed most of the Royal Capital Guards around Leo,

Those heavy armored cavalry, like mobile fortresses,

Actually turned around on the spot and charged again towards the Bilka army that still dared to attack them.

A mere 300,000 troops, facing two thousand Dawn Knights, not only didn't surrender but dared to fight back?

Then they couldn't be blamed.

Replenish the potions and continue the slaughter.

Wherever the Dawn Knights went, another wave of blood surged.

Like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

No mercy, no hesitation.

The Dawn Knights only charged and killed relentlessly.

Any army that didn't belong to the Dawn was heresy!

Leo stared blankly as the Dawn Knights, who had charged to his eyes, turned around and killed again.

At first, he thought that his status as a prince had worked.

But hearing the mage's wails in his ears and looking at the headless body of his strongest knight on the ground,

Recalling Markov's contemptuous and indifferent gaze, Leo had to admit.

The reason he was still alive wasn't because the other party was concerned about his status, nor was it out of pity.

But out of contempt.

They didn't take him seriously at all.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn commoners! Bastards!"

Leo roared in rage, shouting hoarsely.

"Royal Capital Heavy Cavalry! Kill them for me! Mage Legion, go!"

"Tear these commoners to pieces! Kill! Kill them!"

"Kill them for me!"

Golden hair stained with blood made Leo look more like a mad beast ready to devour people.

"Your Highness!"

The mage endured the pain and cast a hemostasis spell on himself, pressing down on Leo with his only arm.

"Let's retreat! Your Highness! Run! These people… these people are all knights!"

"So what? So what!"

Leo was like a madman, waving his arms wildly.

"I have an army of 300,000! I have the Royal Capital Heavy Cavalry! I have the Mage Legion!"

"Kill these commoners for me! Pile them up! Use heads to pile! Pile them to death for me!"

"Your Highness!!!"

The mage grabbed Leo's shoulder with a pale face, forcibly dragging him back to escape.

His eyes were dull, staring blankly at the army that had completely collapsed, wailing and begging for mercy as they fled.

Royal Capital Heavy Cavalry?

Gone… long gone!

The ones who charged the fastest at the start of the battle, the ones who died the fastest, were the Royal Capital Heavy Cavalry.

On this vast battlefield, where were the soldiers on horseback who belonged to him?

300,000 troops?

The enemy killed thirty to forty thousand in two rounds of charge, in less than ten minutes, and they were still unharmed.

The 300,000 troops were now only concerned with shouting "Demons" and fleeing everywhere.

With this escape, countless more would die in stampedes.

On the battlefield, there were very few Bilka soldiers who could still pick up weapons.

Mage Legion?

The Winged Ones were flying in the sky, looking for these high-value targets.

Drawing bows and shooting arrows, not a single arrow was off.

Each vibration of the bowstring meant that a mage and a knight had died from an arrow.

Even if it only grazed an arm, half of the body would be shot off directly.

The Mage Legion and the knights were the fastest to escape.

From leading 300,000 troops and being unmatched in prestige, to having nothing now, only a thousand private soldiers and the strongest mage by his side.

It only took ten minutes.

In ten minutes, Leo went from having great prospects to being a homeless dog.

Leo only hated that all of this wasn't a dream.

The mage didn't have the time to doubt life like Leo.

He wished he could grow eight legs, not daring to look back, taking advantage of the Dawn Knights still encircling the remaining resistance.

He desperately led Leo towards Ginkgo City to escape.

At least, this mage was still quite loyal.

Until the wails and screams of battle on the battlefield gradually disappeared, and only the sound of fleeing hooves was endless around them.

Leo, who had been in a daze for a long time, suddenly burst into tears on horseback.

"It shouldn't be like this! It can't be like this!"

"This isn't the war I understand!"

"It's gone! It's all gone!"

The mage said in a deep voice:

"Your Highness, don't despair, we still have hope!"

"Hope! What hope is there left!"

Leo's bloodshot eyes stared at the mage with hatred and roared.

"300,000 troops are gone! The Royal Capital Heavy Cavalry and Royal Capital Guards have all sacrificed themselves! All my years of accumulation are gone! What hope is there left? What hope is there left!!!"

"Your Highness!"

The mage finally used magic, his voice revealing a calming power.

"This battle is not a crime of war! Those Forbes family cavalry are all powerful knights! It's impossible for the Bilka Principality to gather so many!"

"No matter who it was, this battle couldn't have had a better outcome!"

"We must report back to the royal capital and ask the king for help from other kingdoms! Otherwise, relying solely on the Bilka Principality, we can't stop these guys at all!"

Leo's eyes gradually regained focus.

"That's right! They're all knights! Impossible! Why would the Forbes family be able to do this?"

"They must have betrayed the Hundred Races Alliance, otherwise, why would they ally with the traitorous Winged Ones?"

"I understand! It's the Demon Race! It must be the Demon Race! That damn Forbes is a human traitor!"

Leo cheered up again.

"Quick! Quick, return to the city! Ask the royal capital for help!" This battle is no longer about whether or not he can inherit the throne later.

If he's not careful, the entire Bilka Principality will be gone.

But before Leo could catch his breath, the earth-shattering sound of hooves rang out outside the city. This familiar, life-threatening sound made Leo's legs go weak instantly.

"Your Highness! It's bad! Those demons are attacking!"

Along with the message being brought back by the messenger, Leo completely despaired and fainted to the ground.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

The messenger was anxious, urging Leo repeatedly.

"Idiot!"

The mage kicked the messenger away and quickly carried Leo, saying:

"Order a retreat to the royal capital!"

"Yes!"

The messenger got up anxiously and ran out, but as soon as he turned the corner, the ordinary-looking messenger's face instantly darkened.

His figure melted like flowing water, eventually turning into an ordinary, short man.

Drawing a dagger from his waist, he cut his palm.

Instantly, scarlet blood flowed out, but it didn't fall to the ground.

Instead, it quickly blackened in the air, forming a magic circle, condensing into a strange black bird with three eyes.

With a flick of his arm, the black bird instantly tore through the air and flew west.

And this person looked solemnly at the direction outside the city again, his figure disappearing into the shadows like water.

At this time, Markov and the others had already arrived at the city walls.